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THE JUDGE. | WENT BACK ON ME. | SKETCHED FROM LIFE AND TUE BIG BONANZA. ZE months, upon the lower drift, | Jack Graves and 1 worked, shift and shift, We didn’t see each other much We had no time for talks and such; chance for intercourse was brief, r met save at relief, once or twice on Sunday bends— ymatter—Jack and I were friends, We swore suflicient And always took our sha Drank mostly at the self | Were quiet, too—as miners Stuck close, for better and for wors | Used the same room ard the same pt In one sole point we were unlike— He was from Maine, and I from Pike. nbled son I’m not the man to rile or vex; But d—n such chaps! I'd twist their necks, . —the way he acts; facts. | He made and sold a cow, lf a village block, And slapped it in Bonanza stock. This was the time that they were low while went kinder slow off work to, go to town, oe _ - —_ (I antied up to fetch him down | - > aven*Bueal/toume: | 1 worked in the deep level’s he: As WASTED “LIFE: pone wll -syen Te eowme| While he loafed round the broker's street appy until he ean get rid of me. | ser’s pup, He will even do this at a sacrifice, and will | ruggle up. Reaper, do you realize what a wasted life | frequently buy something he does not want ? Can you paint to yourself the unimagin- | for the getting me chai able longings and heart throbbings with which discourtcons F the victim of cirenmstances looks to what My blood often boils in “might hav Behold my pitiable | my ‘0 hear the contemptuous lang case. Tam still young; very young, com-| with which Lam greeted when Lam sl pared with some of my fel ¥ career down on the counte r Pat marking for ane is closed, And in all hon y it is if that were any reproach. I try to tin) Thad gabare heal be bogeut not my fault. Wherein do I differ from as I strike, as merrily and cheerily as of old, | (40 4 Sune tn Ae roug ite other dollars? I cannot Am T not | for I well know that is the only way in which | Not much; hed swallow like a sng round, as they are? Am I not as duly mint-| [can retain even th ce of currency | foey i ag Slay ateeks nd as deftly milled? Is not the lette ; he dealt in leading stock, RES EE YY SER RY weeny mem Cuantey Happock’s Dreax, after having had a bite from an eel, a pike, and a yaller dog on the game day. BY A TRADE DOLLAR es HOt NAME) Consarn his lick! He wasn’t wrong; t market came along. had too much luck, ry stock he struck, child from Pike te Teen oe AMER TRREE While, in the mi So, whi nee ek | 1 my polished surface as easy to dec \—unapprec L blasted on in, low-grade rock: | i Tt is alla myst critel, heart- m willing to buy as much as | q¢ came fae H crushing mystery, and Lain sinking under d [often try todo s AT ho aieaneat wirike vou'eee Geen, i] y sunk to eighty-five cents— pple will not have me. he tit of an ill-betenced case | H || that at one time could proudly purchase a Tush dvop ped ws déwn & Little stage: | { | dollar's worth of anything—and there isno| T think I a migrate, Surely every: |e sree tt age gheds i | knowing where the decline will stop. [am where mankind cannot be as cold and heart- | Poy pony pone: Uaek would , ] dying of decline. 1 may sink lower and us they are here. Surely there must be | ¢qan't kill ame quite—-not thea copper coin of the country. But let us hope | silver's I think I shall go to China. | Tyne my bed ab . t! | it will not be so bad as that. no—for | They say that I might do very well in that | \ nq toft st rather crooked he the honor of the silver sisterhood, let us hope | coun Alas! I have long given up myear- | X71 mach les : | i} || Emay be spared that crowning degradation, P No ehattieel - evel 2 a8 No matte nt neater wea very ‘popalar.. Iy was) born, 1 Rent up like chicken trussed and singed, } 5 have reason to suspect, on the wrong side of With head considerably dinged \ the blanket, and the impress on my face is Wa'el, it it tap p Lreas aad if it couldn't figure out Suesimpress'of the. bar sinis k Graves, it wan't of much account, ‘This was | return to the meltir against me. People of a truthful dispos is trne, but they received me with suspicion. js—and I had rather be pierced and plu Nor could I blame them, when my own fa- than go through the world with a lie | ther refused me his countenance face. "I will emigrat nition.’ They admitted that I was as ha will receive me for w some and well made as my brothers and sis- he, or I will petition C ters, and they acknowledged that, so and call myself an eighty sterling qualities were concerned, I h ? s certain advantage over them. But they did not like me. Where they could afford to do so, they refused me, and sometimes repudia- ted me altogethe receive a ch sete (oe a all nee st aes Nxtous Ixquiner” is informed that | $0 much less room for a f on my devoted head. Within the last two, Fox's Book of Martyrs docs not include any | But the chief point where we're unlike | ny } ; ) months or so I have been completely ostra- | sketch of John L. Sullivan. ECO Ee a T am naturally as all honest silver ets f Jack, the broadcloth millionaire, . n MY Owes crippled Bill his railroad fare I will go where they | And dollars, more or less, T represent mn, He had off me in his distress. T laugh to seo him cross the street And sneak to hide for fear we'd meet. I think he’s frightened now and then For fear I'd strike him for a ten. ' Ho necdn’t fret; we're both content— He’s millions, and I’ve ne’er a cent; I'm crippled, and he’s got his pi arr goes to ¢ Ihe billhe never to receive a snub, but he rather likes to ew comicbooks.com